Everyone was dead, gone, departed. Nya. Kai. Cole. Jay. Zane. Sensei Wu. Misako. Everyone.
He was in a sort of limbo. An unfeeling, uncaring state.
It was the only way he could numb the pain.
Because it was his fault, his fault they were all dead.
He failed as the Green Ninja, failed to save the day.
He wasn't worthy to be called a person, a ninja, let alone the Green Ninja.
They looked up to him, expected him to be their savior.
You don't have to be like this, she (for it told him she was a she), the void, told him, you don't have to feel this forever.
He wanted to scream at her, shout. Do anything. But he couldn't. He didn't know how long it was after he stopped listening to her meaningless noise.
Time wasn't a concept here.
Time was something people invented, to help them. But it limited them.
Would time still exist even if there were no more humans?
Seconds would still tick by, minutes would still turn into hours, hours to days, but did it mean anything if there was no one to keep track of it?
He couldn't track time. To him, it wasn't there.
It could have been a millennia since The Destruction. That's what he had started calling it. The day the world ended.
It could have been mere seconds.
There was still a spot, somewhere, where he could feel human. It was painful, but pain hardly bothered him anymore.
Maybe he should just give up.
Maybe if he stopped, just stopped, he would join them. Join them, there, where they were. Wherever they were.
They wouldn't accept him though. They wouldn't.
He was the one who caused their demise.
His consciousness succumbed to the void again.
She pleaded for him to listen and wake up, but he didn't listen.
He never listened anymore.
Darkness was all that would ever await him for eternity.
Darkness and regrets.
And the people he left behind.
The people he killed.
